Witch diary

(这是我拍虚了的一张图，整理时，发现，这图感，像极了灵魂脱壳，配此文恰好。)

我喜欢凉爽的夜晚，晚风吹拂起窗帘的一角，一轮银盘大小的月亮露出了脸，镶嵌在墨蓝墨蓝的天穹中，这样的夜晚很适合遐想，我是指遐想一些不着边际的事情。the world is a wonderful, place by wonderful thoughts and wonderful people.

A book, is finished. a sense of emptiness in my heart. Graham Green said that the writing is an adventure, is a duty.  I feel that what he said applies to our life too when we are young, our life is infused with the excitement of all sorts of possibilities but as we grow older, we become more selective, I don’t want to stop at ambiguous happiness or lukewarm content towards everything and become quite indifferent or ironic when I grow older .

I don’t want to be like Graham’s friend. I don’t want to stop at the doorsteps of ambiguous happiness or lukewarm content towards everything and become quite indifferent or ironic when I grow older because of loads of unfulfilled disappointments or sacrifices in life. I want to go so much further than that, and I believe that the exploration during one’s life journey can pretty much go as deep, as far, and as comprehensive as one wants it to be.

夜已深，夜色被霓虹浸染。我倚在阳台的栏杆处，心情很明净，思想飘得很远，朦胧着一种被隐藏掩饰了的深邃，像一眼不可探及的深潭。我向远方说：我现在依旧那么简单，看世界依旧那么纯洁，世人看我依旧那么2。说这些的时候突然有些心酸，觉得自己异常的萎顿。

我的客厅，我的书房，我的卧室，几乎所有的布饰，都是早熟的绿色，我喜欢这种稚嫩的色调，干净得如一掬水。在回不去过往触不到未来的时候，我就用另一种方式，让自己能够更近地贴紧灵魂中的乌托邦。